I, PeriPerson, Shuffle Onto The Stage And Awkwardly Tap The Mic. The Crowd Recoils As It Rings For A

I, PeriPerson, shuffle onto the stage and awkwardly tap the mic. The crowd recoils as it rings for a moment. I clear my throat.

“It’s my three year anniversary of posting on ao3,” I say. I am met with silence.

“Didn’t you only post five fics last year?” someone asks from the audience.

I desperately try to change the subject by going into a heartfelt speech about how much JRWI means to me and how Riptide changed me, both as a writer and as a person. The crowd doesn’t take the bait. They’re getting restless. They demand to know why I barely write anymore.

“I graduated high school and started college this year,” I plead. “It’s been a busy time fore me.”

This does not satiate them either. They’re getting closer to the stage now; it’s the make or break moment.

“You wanna see Chip and Gillion making out?”

Silence once again falls over the room. Then, deafening cheering. I bow as roses are tossed on stage. The crowd picks me up and carries through the streets on a throne. I realize the streets are actually a tumblr blog. I have a tumblr account now.